Note to Self: Learn to say “Thank You” more. In words. On notes and cards. In posts. On phone calls. Gratitude lifts the eyes and the heart upward and outward. It reinforces happiness, or sparks it if it lacks. It constructs contentment, and celebrates one’s fortunes, not lingering upon deficits. And it reminds us...
Read more →Tonight my sister kidnapped my mom and took her off downtown for a movie in a museum theater. My dad had a quandary- he could just sit at home and enjoy watching an old movie, or he could meet me for dinner. The salad and bread sticks appeared to win the day. I met...
Read more →I came into this year with a feeling of urgency, with a need to be, as I felt it, proactive about love and craft. I would change my daily patterns and alter my life course. I would dredge up love and write madly, if only to force my muse to stay by me. Three...
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I tried to eat really clean today. I did well- a protein shake and an apple for breakfast, some goulash for lunch, carrots and hummus for an afternoon snack, mixed vegetables for dinner. But then there was a box of caramel popcorn left from game group last night that was unfinished. If it is...
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It was gray and cold this morning when I rolled out of bed. The Sandias were crowned with clouds that buried the slopes underneath in shadow. It was an ideal day to shut down, and I did for a while. I had purchased ingredients for some goulash, though, and that was my best prospect...
Read more →It’s the evening after the evening I watched Wonder Woman. It’s Saturday, and I did not creative write today. I just read instead. Tonight, the Lobo men hoops team, depleted of talent after a sizable exodus of players last year, and picked to finish ninth (of eleven teams) in conference play, had a second...
Read more →Tonight, after a decent effort this afternoon and evening at work, I came home with little energy, but enough to load a DVD into the DVD player, and I am glad I finally did. Tonight’s film, received from Netflix nearly two months ago, has inexplicably sat beckoning to viewed, and for whatever reason, I...
Read more →I came home after work tonight and sat down for a nap. I woke up an hour later and my head spun a little bit. There was a slight ache in my shoulders. The sleepiness stuck around long after it should have. My mom had invited me over to my parents’ house for dinner....
Read more →I was grateful last night to go over to my folk’s house and to just sit down and talk a little about where I felt I am in life. I shared about being almost 50, and how I felt urgency about what I was doing with my life right now, and how I felt...
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This morning when Tim came in to work, he quickly pointed out that I wrote about a photo session, and that I then omitted posting any photos from it. I mentioned to him I had had my reservations about it. He asked me why. “They asked you to take their picture, out on public...
Read more →Late this afternoon, my legs needed a stretch, so I went out and walked around the neighborhood and looked for things to take pictures of. It was windy and cold, and the streets downtown were uncommonly empty. I walked over to Alvarado station, and then crossed Central to take a few pictures of progress...
Read more →I got up this morning at 7 to write. I am a determined, dedicated artist, I told myself. I opened the document on my computer containing the short story I had started last weekend and had tried to make progress on yesterday, and I felt overwhelmed reviewing it by everything I didn’t know to...
Read more →Today, when she awoke, he saw the dark clouds on the day’s horizon. She would be a furious storm, full of roar and riot, drenched in despair and dangerous darkness, and he knew, after, beyond, when the crackles and flashes and crashes finally faltered and the wild winds had waned and the strength of...
Read more →Tonight, after dinner with my gracious folks at Papa Felipe’s, I came home and finished reading Dowling’s book, “How to be a Husband”. The ending was as good as the beginning. He goes on to handle the stressors of parenting like he handled the stressors of becoming married- with clumsy and comical commitment. The...
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